The man in me Is beginning to wane. He sees his own grave As more attractive Than where he could be saved. The mind of me Is losing its affection For something sane. The waves About him, look so grim. Pull back your mask, I say to my reflection. Seal yourself, with a hollow lock In a casket, Size enough for a child. Make your reflection Wide enough, Small enough, To know your disgrace, To see the blood on your face. There are lies, Running wild, upon the grass in a forest, Upon the moss on the stones, Upon the clouds in the blue, While I attempt to look still, for truth. For her. For her sake, For her cause, I was found, to now be lost.